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[nonscriptum]

This is Nate, you know what to do. I'll get back to you.

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sometime during the event

[fogey]

You got a spare shower?

[nonscriptum]

[ And then there's this, apropos of nothing. ]

we have a shower, but no one's using it right now. room 308

[fogey]

[ well, eugene's had him digging holes recently to bury extra supplies, and showers are scarceish. besides, at least the rooms are safe from graves. ]

Thanks.

[ he actually knocks on the door like a normal person, within 10 or so minutes of replying. he's carrying, as usual, his lantern and pack, blazer folded and slung over the latter. the umbrella academy tattoo sits visibly on his wrist as he straightens his bag's strap, looking up when the door opens. ]

How's the hot water?

[ what if we just didn't talk about what's going on at all. ]

[nonscriptum]

[ He answers the door just after the knock comes, having waited around for this explicitly. Is this weird? Nate thinks it's weird. Their last conversation didn't end in bloodshed, but it only just danced the knife's edge of civility. ]

Hot.

[ He says with a questioning lilt at the end of the word, stepping aside to let him in. The tattoo doesn't escape him, and neither does the state of Five's clothes. ]

Been busy?

[fogey]

[ if asked, five would have to admit that he somewhat forgot the tone of their last conversation. not entirely, but like. tense conversations are pretty par to course for his life, and they didn't end on bad terms, so. you know. more important things to worry about. ]

Nice.

[ he steps in with the tacit invitation, crosses towards the window to set down his bag. ]

Been digging. So, yeah, you can say that. [ is he going to offer any explanation? apparently not. ] You?

june 20th;

[chardismastic]

[ Following this thread. ]

[ Rafe pockets the tablet — still no reply — after letting Raylan down... not gently, probably. It was quick at least. That has to count for something. Melisandre is set and resting back at the church so that leaves him free and clear to track Nate down and pry that answer out of him.

Beacon is small, at least, and he has the benefit of knowing Nate better than he's comfortable admitting. Or he did, once upon a time. And with what that knowledge, he aims high as possible. The town hall. The cobbles make for easy climbing and a makeshift grapple helps where it's not so much, and in about as much time as it takes to say Rafe is up on the roof. Peering into the dark, he makes his way to the clock tower, not sure if he'll have to scale that too. Maybe he ought to, just in case, get a better view of the square to catch that spot of light from Nate's lantern.

Cursing under his breath, he heads up the clock like a pissed off mouse ready for one o'clock. He takes hold of a parapet to heave himself up and head for the front where there's the best light.

Said to himself and hardly expecting any answer yet: ] There's only a dozen roofs in this place, so where are you?

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[ He'd hoped to stew in himself for a little while, and fully intended to after prying Kyna off of him with all the gentleness he could muster. She let him go with some reluctance but he thanked her for being there, for being a presence he could turn to, but some things necessitate distance, and time. The latter they have in abundance but for the lack of mountains that Nate can determine in the inky blackness, the next best thing is a rooftop shrouded in shadow.

He would give anything for sun, just for five minutes. Just to feel warm in a way that isn't facilitated by rising temperatures and a sticky humidity that shouldn't exist in a place with flora like this.

Nate isn't anticipating anyone else up here. No one really comes up here, and the peace and somnolent quiet it affords him would be nice if not for the hair-trigger reaction that's kicked like a mule as soon as he hears someone else talk. Nate reacts without thinking, immediately reaching for his gun and turning on the edge, risking a fall he doesn't need.

Who he sees meandering over from the other side nearly gives him a goddamn heart attack. ]

Are you f- what the Hell are you doing here?

[chardismastic]

[ Nate isn't the only one taken by surprise— Sure, he'd come up here in a search for Nate but things are never in the first place he looks, expecting to do nothing more up here than get his bearings and maybe get a bead on where Nate would actually be. It shouldn't have been this easy. Nothing ever is.

And maybe this isn't either as Nate wobbles near the edge and Rafe's stomach lurches with sudden deja vu. Even as he reaches for his own gun, he backs up a step until his heel catches its own ledge. He hisses a shit under his breath and so much for the hand at his holster — his arms go out on both sides for balance, trying not to earn a fall of his own. Karma? Maybe. But preferably not today.

Once things are settled again, or at least vaguely certain he won't take that tumble, Rafe's arms drop back to his sides in an exasperated shrug. ]

It's the highest point in town,

[ he answers, like it's obvious. And it is, on several levels. The best vantage point, the least accessible point, the most likely spot for either of them to go for the simple fact that practically nobody else can. ]

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That didn't answer my question!

[ He abandons his gun to gesture fruitlessly at Rafe, who by Nate's account has clearly abandoned his evening activities for the sake of- what, exactly? Pissing Nate off? Stalking him? Reminding him of his uselessness, or something else entirely? So difficult to tell with this many options at his disposal.

Nate could easily leave. It wouldn't be hard, and Hell, he could step over the edge with featherfall and float gently to the ground if he really wanted to, but it doesn't occur to him to not feel cornered by someone who has a history of doing just this. Less charitably: ]

Thought you were filling a gap in your schedule.

@hicks;

[preseance]

( his voice has that easy calm to it, soft an' sure. )

Nathan, spare a minute?

[nonscriptum]

[ It's not an unwelcome surprise on an otherwise dark morning. ]

Sure, Gene, what's up?

[preseance]

Y'think we could talk somethin' over somewhere in private, maybe? ( a bit of a huff of laughter, just enough to prove it ain't nothin' serious or malicious. ) War Department censors always have me paranoid about this manner of communique.

[nonscriptum]

[ Nate is .5 seconds away from asking how serious it is when Gene laughs, so the humor tempers his concern. He's tired of privatizing all his messages with people anyway, so the request makes sense and saves him the hassle of a call over something in-person. ]

Uh- yeah. Yeah, I don't blame you. Where do you wanna meet?

⦑ food delivery ⦒

[voktys]

⦑ Here is what Nate finds in his room after a lovely day Beacon-ing about: half a pie, freshly made just today. It could be prettier (it's her very first attempt) but it's sweet and good! Mel is nowhere to be found, but hey, such is the way of food deliveries from eldritch horrors. ⦒

text; private

[nonscriptum]

did you leave this pie for me??

it's really good, thank you

private

[voktys]

I did, yes. I am glad you enjoy it, it was only my first attempt.

I... hope I did not overstep my bounds? It is quite dark here, and from living in Asshai, I learned it can be easy to give in to loneliness and isolation in so much shadow, so I meant to cheer you a little.

private

[nonscriptum]

what? no, it was nice of you to think of me.

[ Nate has to wonder if he's really coming across as that pathetic and miserable right now, or if it was just a pleasant gesture. Maybe both. He's been a little out of sorts. ]

it's pretty good for a first attempt. let me know the next time you try, i can come over and be your sous chef

@five

[fogey]

Your brother's here.

[ five hasn't met him yet, but he's seen him -- remembers sam's face from a memory that doesn't belong to him. ]

[nonscriptum]

yeah

[ He appreciates the gesture for what it is: Five reaching out, giving him a heads-up just in case. Nate has seen him already, wrestled with the nauseating emotions, put distance between himself and his brother. ]

when it rains it pours, right?

[fogey]

Mine is too, so I'd say so

[nonscriptum]

which number?

@frazer

[takeanyadvantage]

You've been here longer. How much are we allowed to take from the general supplies and can we pretend I care about that before I start taking everything I want?

[nonscriptum]

i think the limit is how much you can carry

are you gonna turn our house into a doomsday prepper shelter?

[takeanyadvantage]

Am I going to turn our house into a secured location, yes. First trip is for the knives.

But they also have liquor and playing cards. I suppose without money strip poker is all we have.

[seekingmyfortune]

i don’t know, you sure you wanna go around naked in a place like this?

beer, whiskey, scotch, and if by some miracle you come across any cigarettes i could use a few dozen